Bright Sword: Stop pretending, I am the most powerful warlord

At eight o'clock in the evening, Wu Qianli and the monk stood at the gate of Juxian Building, smacking their lips constantly as they watched the scene of people coming and going.

"You said that the little devil has a lot of background, so many people come to celebrate his birthday."

"Do we have to buy something, or it will appear that we are not polite?"

The monk snorted coldly: "What kind of etiquette do you want? It's for his face that we can come. If you really want to give something, I still have two grenades here."

Wu Qianli laughed: "You kid is a bit shameless now, but what I say is not rough, no matter what my status is, to congratulate the little devil on his birthday is to give him face."

After speaking, the two strode towards Juxian Tower, but the monk stopped halfway.

Wu Qianli was taken aback: "What's the matter? Did your foot touch the ground?"

The monk suddenly said aggrieved: "Then what, shopkeeper, can we do it later this time."

"Don't let the roast chicken on my side just pick up, the gun will fire on your side, at least let me eat two bites first!"

Wu Qianli rolled his eyes: "No, I missed you when I was on the mountain or what?"

The monk was speechless: "That's different. I used to eat some on the mountain, but today I just ate a bowl of wontons."

Wu Qianli waved his hand helplessly: "Okay, let's go in first and talk about it later."

After the two made some concessions, Wu Qianli took the lead and walked into Juxian Tower.

At this time, Chu Yunfei had already been waiting for a long time, and was sitting quietly in the corner watching Wu Qianli.

After sitting down, the monk looked at the food in front of him, swallowed, then grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth.

At this time, Hirata Ichiro was still crying and singing on the stage, saying how much he missed his hometown.

Wu Qianli dragged his chin and looked at the monk speechlessly: "Monk, what is this little devil talking about? Why are you still singing?"

"I don't understand either, maybe I miss his old lady!"

The monk's mouth was full, and he was still holding the jug in his hand, so he couldn't speak clearly.

Wu Qianli sneered: "He still has a mother, I thought he jumped out of some rock."

The monk sniffed, swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "I think so too, I don't like eating meat and vegetables, what are you talking about?"

As he spoke, the monk picked up a plate of peanuts and was about to pour them into his mouth.

Seeing this scene, Wu Qianli directly turned his head aside, thinking in his heart: Don't get angry, don't get angry, your soldiers, you have to take care of yourself even if you are ashamed.

Although he said this in his heart, the monk's move still attracted the attention of many people.

Chu Yunfei and Sun Ming in the corner wanted to laugh when they saw this, but they held back.

"No, monk, we are decent people anyway, can you be gentle outside, don't be like a starving ghost, we can't afford to lose this man."

The monk didn't even look at Wu Qianli, put down the plate, swallowed the peanuts, and grabbed the roast chicken with his hand.

"If you want me to say, this thing has to be rushed to eat."

"Just this roast chicken, if we don't snatch it where we put it, it will be eaten by Long Wenwen and the others in less than three seconds. We can't even get the chicken butt."

However, maybe the oil was on the hands when frying the fried peanuts just now, and the monk's roast chicken just slipped down when he picked it up.

The sound of the plate falling immediately attracted everyone's attention, and the eyes of the entire Juxianlou fell on the monk and Wu Qianli.

A devil officer sitting behind the monk turned his head and looked at the monk viciously.

"idiot!"

Wu Qianli picked up the wine glass on his own: "He scolded you!"

The monk also has a violent temper, his eyes are bigger than this little devil: "Damn it, who are you scolding!"

This roar completely alarmed Ichiro Hirata, and he took the interpreter to Wu Qianli and began chattering.

Wu Qianli could understand it, but the monk couldn't understand it.

"Fatty, what did you say, little devil?"

The translator at the side quickly said: "Taijun asked who you are? What are you here for!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, Chu Yunfei in the corner slowly reached under the table and took out his own gun.

But Wu Qianli calmly turned around slowly: "What? You talk about me every day, and now you don't know each other?"

The translator was taken aback, and stared at Wu Qianli carefully: "It looks familiar, but I can't remember it."

Wu Qianli stood up slowly: "Can't remember? You have posted the portrait of Lao Tzu all over the wall, so I can't remember?"

The fat translator was taken aback, and immediately thought of something, and quickly looked at Hirata Ichiro: "Taijun, he is the eighth-eighth road we have been looking for, Wu Qianli!"

"Nani?"

As soon as Fat Translator finished speaking, there was an instant explosion in Juxian Building, and everyone looked at Wu Qianli in unison.

Hirata Ichiro's eyes widened even more, and he subconsciously wanted to draw his gun.

However, Wu Qianli's speed was even faster. Just as his hand touched the gun, Wu Qianli had already pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

With a gunshot, Hirata Ichiro fell into a pool of blood, and the devils in Juxian Tower instantly boiled up, screaming endlessly.

The devil officers in other positions quickly stood up and prepared to shoot and kill Wu Qianli, but the monk took the first step and directly took out two guns to kill the two devil officers nearby.
"Don't move, you have disturbed my pleasure of eating, now I am very angry!"

The monk jumped onto the table with a vicious expression on his face, his aura directly frightened everyone to freeze in place, not daring to make any small movements.

Wu Qianli looked coldly at the ghosts in the hall, and said sarcastically, "I don't even have the ability to fart, so celebrating a birthday is quite a feat."

"Just you group of wine bags and rice bags, if you put them on the battlefield, I can take you all to the pot in less than an hour!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Qianli's eyes fell on a corner of Juxian Tower.

"Captain Chu, I have received your thank you gift, don't you, the gift giver, plan to show up?"

"Boom!"

Chu Yunfei in the corner knew that it was impossible for him to stand still at this time.

Sun Ming overturned the table in front of him, stood on the chair, raised his gun and fired two shots at the sky.

"Don't move, I will kill whoever moves!"

Chu Yunfei snorted coldly, and said domineeringly: "Chu Yunfei, the commander of the 358th Regiment of the Jinsui Army, is here!"